By the shore, she knelt in prayer,
Whispers of love filled the air.
Eyes so soft, yet filled with might,
Seeking blessings in the fading light.
Perhaps she prayed for time to bend,
For love to bloom, for wounds to mend.
For hands once young, now worn by years,
To hold again, to dry past tears.
Maybe she longs for his return,
Or for lost days to softly burn—
For candlelight to glow once more,
And roses fresh, like days of yore.
In every word, in every sigh,
She loves him still—beyond goodbye.
- DEBAJANI PATTANAYAK
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